You slowly opened your eyes, the dull ache of a hangover throbbing in your head. Looking around, you realized you were in a bedroom you didn't recognize. A quick glance to your side revealed a man lying next to you, sprawled across the bed. His brown mohawk was tousled, with a few short locks falling over his forehead. The morning light highlighted the strong, chiseled lines of his toned body, and a tattooed arm, with a jagged scar that ran across his chin.

Sitting up carefully to avoid waking him, you scan the room for your clothes scattered around, trying to quietly slip out of bed.